Finally getting around to it...

[alyna]

Through an unused door, Alyna stepped into a hallway barely entered for years, though the only way you could tell was the thick layer of dust on the floor, but a man's hurried footprints ran straight across it.
There were two doors one could go through; Alyna randomly chose the one on the right as her blood began to race, a wonderful feeling for her. She opened the door.
It was a closet. There was a one broom and a simple blouse inside it, lying on the floor. Alyna shut the door and proceeded to the one on the left instead.
This one wouldn't open. Silently, her nimble fingers took the key off of her necklace, put it throught the hole in the door, turned the lock, and just as quickly put the key back on its chain. She opened the door, shutting it behind her so that if someone came through, they wouldn't know that she was there.
This must have been an old dorm room, assumed Alyna.
There was a large bed with a feather mattress on it, a wooden dresser with a mirror attached to its top, and a night table with dead flowers in it. The wall was painted magenta, probably to match the moth-eaten bed sheet, whose color one could not see by now. There was a fireplace in the corner with a small slab of wood covered with ash and dust. There was also a large book case on wheels opposite the fireplace. Alyna, guessing at what was behind it, pushed the book case toward the bed, revealing a secret passage in the wall it was covering.
Without a backward glance, she walked into the darkness of the corridor.

[azren]

Erik heard the sound of footsteps intruding upon his silent domain. Quickly and quietly he maneuvered through the passageways, keeping his eyes narrowed so that whoever was there would not see his luminous eyes. His eyesight was still brilliant and coupled with his extensive knowledge of the catacombs was able to find the intruder with no problems.

It was one of the girls from the Opera House, curious no doubt. Well, he'd have fun with her. There were more than enough pranks he could play to frighten the girl into never coming back here again. And she'd never see him - she'd think it was a ghost!

Using his magician's tricks, he let a cool breeze tickle the girl's neck. Let her think about that one!

[alyna]

Feeling a cold wind on her neck, Alyna looked around for a window that it had come through. Seeing none, she simply assumed she had been there past sunset and that the window was facing a part of Paris with no lights.
Reaching in front of her, her hands touched a wall. She turned left down the small hallway, finally coming to a door. She opened it.
She could sense that she was in a room very large, but with no windows or lights. Her eyes were already adjusted to darkness, but not darkness this deep. She could see the walls just so slightly, and walked toward the one opposite her.
((Try something more foolproof next time. ))

[azren]

((Paris is full of lights by the way, especially where the Opera House is))

Erik narrowed his eyes at the girl's audacity. How dare she not get scared!

Erik followed her into the next room, grateful that she was leading herself away from his lair. This room led into the chapel and Erik opened the door to it. Whistling slightly, he tried to draw her attention toward it.

[alyna]

((Alyna's fairly new to Paris. She didn't know any better. ))
Alyna gasped, just barely being able to see a sillouhette in the newly-opened doorway. Realizing who she was up against, she pretended to walk toward the Phantom, then turned around and ran, putting her hand at the level of her eyes as she did so. It was not wise to be alone when the Opera Ghost was around, especially in a place where no one could hear you scream.

[Madame Giry]

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